His impulse was to filch it from the stack and burn it in the bathroom before flushing it down the drain. On reflection, he realized that was not feas...ble because there was always a back-up copy of all evidence and a master inventory of each and every item. In fact, its disappearance would bring unwanted attention to it when all he really wanted was for it to be overlooked as unrelated to their need to weed out the “bad guys” like him from the infrastructure of lambs and braggers.He left it. “I get home in time to have a cold beer before supper. I am glad you could join me; we have Budweiser and Coors Lite. Which do you prefer Anton?” I asked.“I have had Coors before, I will take that one.”Anton had four bodyguards with him, including the driver. After I handed Anton his beer I handed a Coors to each of them, not allowing Anton to refuse for them.“Anton, how long have you worked for the Russian government?”“Twenty eight years.”“Have all of them been in foreign service?” I. She seemed more disappointed than anything else, but that's poison to a relationship. Not that we had a relationship. Well, we had one, but it wasn't what I wanted it to be. And those kisses had suggested it could be the way I wanted it to be ... except not if she was disappointed in me.I think I understand people who commit suicide a little better. Things go wrong for them, and it piles up and there just comes a time when you think, "What the fuck. This isn't any fun and it's not going to get. He was fearless when it came to women: he saw what he wanted and he went after it. Women just responded for some reason. None of us could ever figure it out but whatever he did worked for him when it came to girls. He ended up getting the cherry from three girls in our class; the bastard. A few years later he hooked up with a married woman ten years his senior. To a man we all hated him and revered him at the same time.But this story isn't about Kevin, or even about Kevin and Marissa. This is.